Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect

It was a
Jake just hit the corner people
Three in the morning I out my cab like "Fuck,
is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
I puffed the lilla, before I hit the scene for rilla
I'm all high it's late I'm down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look I murk
It hurt, kind of it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop life, plot
The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you
time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, your dry cell
My niggas never snitch why
We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and
be the death of me

To the witness don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get shit pushed back tonight)

To the suspect witness come outside
You might get your shit pushed tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get your shit back tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches, hungry bitches infested
Giving the jealous sickness, the witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, the essence
Try to this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look
Ten millis, mix just for my physique
I a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancing, the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my Chinese
Rollin two Phillies together blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant of
natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, massive
A Man March, alert the masses
Ten glocks, in small print, upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon, the
Never freaking the beast, seven heads, got the threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves the settin'
the grammar, Manfrione, are you the type of nigga
To shoot a leg to get name known? I flip the brain tome
Niggas get hit and the plastic
The mic I strike in giving the pain of what a Mack is
you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets are you

To the suspect don't come outside
You might get your shit back tonight
(Suspect don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed tonight)

It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving mesmerized
Mega live, like the third
Decipher my deceiver him a believer
Jim stars, words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my so I live by my word
Never fraudulent bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they
Rebel to America civilization caught you